cendred

Two years after defeating Shigaraki and overthrowing the Paranormal Liberation Front, Izuku Midoriya is enjoying life as the new number 1 hero with his girlfriend and soon fiancée, Ochako Uraraka, as they lead the way to a brighter future for hero society. Yet many of the women in Deku’s life find themselves at a crossroads, and one after the other begin falling for him, which he and Ochaco find they actually don’t mind. WARNING: Shamless smut. That explicit rating isn’t for show. Cross-posted to FFN and Wattpad. UPDATE: No longer have access to my pool of editors, so I have to search for new ones. I've set up a discord called MillionHypotheses' Corner if you want to join: https://discord.gg/sk8VCxxdPw

This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. It started as a drabble series, but developed more and more into a full domectic AU. Although some chapters are still drabble-like, there are longer storylines by now. (All chapters are also available on Tumblr) The rating as "explicit" is only because of a few drabbles that contain smut, but those are rather rare.Most of the drabbles are fluff.

“Glee was the last thing she felt staring into the empty eyes that should have been a bright grey. His face had always looked pointed and sharp, but now that gave way to gauntness. His hair, which he had been so particular about in school, hung long and limp. It reminded her of how his father had looked in his mugshot. How he had wanted to be just like his father growing up. And now he was, maybe more than ever.A ghost.” After doing more than her fair share in saving the Wizarding World and bearing the scars of what it cost, Hermione Granger thinks she has earned herself a little respite. But when a charismatic albeit chaotic Theodore Nott convinces her to use an old law to save a dear friend who is about to meet the Dementor’s Kiss, she simply cannot stand by and watch. Follow Hermione as she navigates a world that still believes in blood status, a marriage to save the life of an old enemy and the hurt that comes with surviving.

(This has been abandoned - sorry)Forced to be the fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament and shunned by Hogwarts and the rest of the Wizarding World, Harry finds comfort in the silence of the Chambers of Secrets. Explorations of the Chambers turns up more rooms and information than he expected. One of which is a ritual that is called 'Slytherin Binding Ritual'. Thinking it meant binding Salazar Slytherin's ghost to him and thinking 'meh, not like I'm gonna lose anything', Harry performs the ritual without even thinking of researching more about it. He forgot one of the most important thing in the world. He's Fate's personal chew toy.

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Rick wakes up in an entirely different world after meeting an accident in his previous one. Fortunately for him this new world allows him to do whatever perverted things he can. Those ideas which were taboo in his world will find very easy acceptance here. Everyone fucks everyone world. Please don't dive if the tags make you uncomfortable or you are seeking exclusive female partners for the MC. Thanks!!Slayer104

A collection of oneshots in which you have sex with volleyball players. Additional tags/pairings will be added as each oneshot is posted.

The first week, she had gotten horribly drunk every night, crawled in between the cotton sheets and slept. Week two and three followed the same way, except the drinking binges stopped after Harry and Ginny staged an intervention. Harry shot out in concern, “You have more vodka in your veins than blood.” Hermione tried to take the bottle from his hand and hissed, “Malfoy! Harry, I got fucking Malfoy.” Harry nodded in understanding and took a long swig from the bottle firmly in his grasp, “I know it’s disturbing. “ Ginny rolled her eyes and asked the group, “No one’s seen him in years. Where do you reckon he is?” Ron placed the bags of Chinese takeout on the counter and glared, “Yeah, saves me from having to murder the bastard.” He added knowingly, “I heard he’s living as a Muggle in Russia.” Harry let out a short laugh, “Probably the most farfetched theory is that he’s Polyjuiced himself to look like the Muggle Prime Minister.” Hermione groaned, “For Merlin’s sake, Skeeter hasn’t lost her idiotic touch then.” None of the theories mattered. She would not be forced into any sort of union with Malfoy. The very notion was vile and disturbing, to say the least.

The day after the invasion Tony wakes up and his tower is intact again; everything is exactly the way it was before this whole mess went down. It doesn’t take him long to catch up but he can’t figure out why he’s in a time loop – so he does what anyone would: fuck things up while trying to find a way to fix this. Somewhere along the way, his priorities change and suddenly he finds himself involved neck-deep in Norse family drama, along with some other stuff.

I turn around, and slam my forehead into the deck as I fall to my knees. “Please, god, I know the last time we talked I told you to suck an egg but what the actual fuck. What did I do? Is this because of the gay thing? I’ll stop I swear I’ll knock it off just please—” “What are you talking about? Why were you swimming all the way out here? What’s with your weird clothes?” The Boy, whom I refuse to name on principle, starts rapid fire shooting out questions while wiggling his way across the tiny boat to me. “This is actually happening. Oh my god this is real, what the shit…” I turn around from my position on the floor to see The Boy crouched inches from my face. I give an undignified yelp and scramble as far back as I can without tipping over the edge. He gives me that bright grin and announces “I’m Monkey D. Luffy! I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” Then he cocks his head to the side. “Who’re you?”

This is my collection of One Piece One Shots I wrote partly for my friends (mostly for self-indulgence) that I wanted to share with everyone else. 99% of these are just very long smut one shots. Additional tags and characters will be updated with each one shot. Temporary Update: REQUESTS CLOSED. REQUEST WINNERS POSTED. ----- I DO NOT give my permission for my work to be reposted or hosted on any third-party media sites, no exceptions.

Loki won... the Earth is thrown into chaos, and you are taken away to become one of his 'girls'. In reality that really means you are a slave... servant... sex toy... One night, The God of Mischief invites you to spend the night with him, leading the both of you down a path neither could have ever imagined...

Just a story about how Mark adjusted to his new herbalist, Echan.

It’s at that moment that Bakugou realizes something is very, very wrong. He glances down at himself and sees scars he’s never had before along his arms, little nicks and scratches he’d never have been oblivious to. When he reaches up, his limbs feel longer, and as he staggers to his feet he stands several centimeters taller than he had, last thing he knew. He glances at the mirror, catches sight of his reflection, and screams. One of the doors on the opposite side of the room bursts open, steam spilling out into the bedroom. A man crosses the room in quick strides, looking around for some enemy he can’t yet see. No, not just a man. Kirishima. When a confrontation with a villain throws Bakugou through time, he's forced to face a future he never imagined, and maybe something he can't leave behind.

"The point of fics set in alternate universes are to show that no matter what setting or circumstance, these two people will always find each other. I will find you. Every me loves every you." A collection of Korrasami Tumblr prompts/fics.

Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years — clubbing — behind his back. Too bad that on Satoru’s most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on her…

Turns out Jim Kirk's more than meets the eye, genetically speaking. There are a lot of consequences, mostly for Spock and his sanity.

Penelope Featherington has always dreamt of the day she would marry her best friend, Colin Bridgerton. What she didn't realize is that she would be marrying him for obligation, not for love. At least, not at first... ** Slow burn taking place directly after the events of season 2, fic now complete**

365 moments in the lives of Eren and Levi. ((One new chapter every day until next year))

Daemon Targaryen learned from his own experience that being nice to your bastard daughter might be surprisingly beneficial. Even more so when she was sent back in time by the Old Gods and now is very keen on saving your life, helping you marry the only woman you have ever truly loved, and then protecting your wife’s right to the throne. All in all, Daemon Targaryen won a lottery he didn’t even know he bought the ticket for.

Water fell in an even, rhythmic pattern, echoing across cobblestones. A shallow puddle gathered in the low corner of a damp dungeon. Chill seeped from the cracks in the walls and floor. Chains clinked gently across stone, and an occasional draw of haggard breath pushed through the silence. A woman was on her feet, barely, knees bent and head hanging, hands manacled above her head. She was gripping and releasing the chains in time to the drips, trying to keep blood flowing through her aching arms and shoulders. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, dry tongue occasionally darting out onto dry lips. Blonde hair hung down, framing her face, sticking to her neck. Kara Zor-El, princess of Krypton, was a prisoner – and she was scheduled to become a martyr.